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Even a Small House is Warm
Realistic Fiction蜗居也温暖
Obscene Makeup
Beggar: Your inner world is the best predictor of your life. Fortune teller: All colors are life. Noodle shop owner: We don't ask for too much, just warmth is enough. Chef: While competing with others, you should also look back and take care of your family. ... POV writing method books take you into the world of ups and downs from the perspective of group portraits. ... The beggar hates the noodle shop owner, and the noodle shop owner hates the cook; the cook hates the fortune teller, and the fortune teller hates the beggar. The beggar likes the fortune teller, and the fortune teller likes the cook; the cook likes the noodle shop owner, and the noodle shop owner likes the beggar. The bond between four people - they met in the same alley. (The author is a stubborn and persistent person, determined to promote POV writing in China!)
Beggar: Your inner world is the best predictor of your life. Fortune teller: All colors are life. Noodle shop owner: We don't ask for too much, just warmth is enough. Chef: While competing with others, you should also look back and take care of your family. ... POV writing method books take you into the world of ups and downs from the perspective of group portraits. ... The beggar hates the noodle shop owner, and the noodle shop owner hates the cook; the cook hates the fortune teller, and the fortune teller hates the beggar. The beggar likes the fortune teller, and the fortune teller likes the cook; the cook likes the noodle shop owner, and the noodle shop owner likes the beggar. The bond between four people - they met in the same alley. (The author is a stubborn and persistent person, determined to promote POV writing in China!)

Distortion
Science Fiction扭曲变化
Obscene Makeup
He smiled strangely at you, and then thrust the cross dagger into his chest. Finally, he rushed madly into the depths of darkness, and his song echoed in the air - "The twisted and unchanging light is the frost of the cold winter moon."
He smiled strangely at you, and then thrust the cross dagger into his chest. Finally, he rushed madly into the depths of darkness, and his song echoed in the air - "The twisted and unchanging light is the frost of the cold winter moon."